I don't have the objectivity to step back and decipher visually whether or not any or all of those pieces appear to come from the same hand.
However, as the person in whose hand the paint brush was held I can say they all have this common ground: the starting point for each was an internal spontaneity. I began from what feels like a quiet gathering place inside me. Its locus seems to be in the very center of my physical self, although I'd be hard pressed to say that it is anything physical.
I still myself. I let that quiet gathering place direct the first mark. And then I respond. Over and over again until that same quiet place says, stop now.
3x3", acrylic, collage, ink, pencil, and oil pastel on canvas paper, mounted on collage paper